“Call me tonight. I’ll meet you to pick up the jacket. You do this right and when the police come asking questions, I know nothing and you’ll be the best dressed man no matter where you go.”
***
Kareem knocked on Cathy’s front door and then waited for her to appear. The door finally crept open.
“Oh, my.” She was astonished. The scent of his Romeo Gigli cologne filled the air.
“Why the surprise? It is six, right?” He gazed at her with a goofy stare.
Cathy stepped out of the door, and said, “Yes, but I thought that was black folks time. “Let me get my purse.” Cathy came back to the door and looked good. Her hair shimmered in the light. She wore a bright, sun-yellow chenille dress with spaghetti straps and pumps.
“I will never be late to take you on a date,” Kareem said and opened the car door for her.
The ride to The Bronze down Lincoln Drive was full of conversation. The two discussed the sick images of the blatant and wanton abuse of Iraqi prisoners, the presidential candidates and same-sex marriage. The conversation was overwhelming and they learned a lot about each other. He was glad that his TV stayed on CNN and ESPN. He was not shocked that she believed he was 19.
At the restaurant, the valet took the car and Kareem held Cathy’s hand as he walked into the exquisite restaurant. The host escorted them to their quiet, cozy reserved table.
“Reserved?” Cathy asked.
“Why not?” Kareem asked, and pulled out her chair.
The two of them continued to talk about a myriad of topics and ate. They neared the end of their meals and Kareem excused himself from the table to call Roy. He returned and they had dessert, and then Kareem paid the tab: $103.00. He left a $50 tip to the waiter and gave the valet $20.
Kareem then drove up Broad Street and met Roy at Spring Garden Street. The area was well lit, and Kareem was scared. For some reason, he felt like he should have been meeting in a dark alley like he was making a drug sale. He tapped on Roy’s car window.
Roy stepped out of the car and thanked Kareem for the jacket. He then added, “I want you to come by the store on Wednesday about 4:30. I will have some nice things ready for you. And me, of course.”
“No problem. I have track practice, so that’s a good time. I’ll be there.”
“Ok, but one last thing. No more valet parking. I saw you pulling out earlier. Always park where you have control to pull out at your leisure. Always facing out to pull right out and not have to back up,” Roy said and hopped into his car.
Chapter 23
Twenty-minutes later, Kareem sat on Cathy’s sofa and admired her home. They continued to talk and the setting was romantic. Kareem wanted to really set the mood, though.
He asked, “Can I kiss you?” and then moved closer to her. “I don’t generally kiss on the first date, but...”
Kareem cut her off with a kiss. He was smooth about it and pulled her closer. He had read that a man can determine what a woman wanted by her kiss. He looked and saw that her eyes were shut. Her kiss was passionate and mature and bordering on aggressive. And then she called him Eric.
She stood up and grabbed his hand and led him to her bedroom. She was hot. Kareem walked up the stairs and unbuttoned his shirt along the way. He let his jacket and dress shirt fall to the floor. Next, he unbuckled his belt for easy access or to get them off quickly.
Aggressively, she pushed him down onto her bed and kissed him some more. He was anxious and pushed his pants down to his ankles and then her dress was next. She wasn’t wearing panties. She felt his erection press against her and touched him. She whined and then buried her face in his crotch. Kareem moaned, too. Cathy had been doing a professional job on him and none of his bathroom romps compared. He watched her go to work and saw her slip off lace panties. Suddenly, she stopped blessing him and then lay in the middle of the bed.
“Come here,” she said, and opened her legs wide.
Kareem became as hot as an inferno. Did she expect him to return the favor? She did and he planted soft kisses around her wet spot. She kept wiggling her body to position her clit on his tongue, but he kept avoiding that.
“Just use your tongue, and lick it,” she said, emoting. He complied, and she said, “Just like that. Good boy.”
A force of freakiness came over him and he began to caress her nipples as he licked her harder and faster. She grabbed his head and pushed his face deeper in between her legs. Her nipples were swollen and hard as silver dollars. He kept licking her as she began to convulse. She murmured, “I’m cumming, put that big dick in me.”
He penetrated her slowly. He was afraid to disappoint her, but he had no knowledge as to how to please her. He was confused but in paradise.
“Faster! Faster,” she said and grabbed his ass pulling him deeper into her. Kareem thought he was having sex with the girl in the Twister Slow Jams video.
After twenty-seven minutes of probing, Kareem and Cathy released in unison. It was a beautiful thing.
Cathy grabbed him tight, and said, “Hold me, kiss me, touch me.”
Kareem was dumbfounded and had no idea which one to do. He held her and then kissed her forehead. Her hair hung in his face, occupying space with his sweat. He kissed her and then informed her that he had to leave.
Cathy sat on the bed, and said, “Don’t tell me you have a girl?”
“No. This is between us, right?”
“What, the fact that we fucked?”
“No, what I am eventually going to tell you. This is our little secret.”
“What is that?” She rolled her eyes.
“Can’t talk now, but I promise there’s a lot of money involved,” he said, and was fully dressed. “I have to go.”
He started to walk down the hall, and she called out, “Eric.”
“Oh, and about that. My name is not Eric. It’s Kareem Bezel and if you blink for one second, you’re going to be missing a helluva game.”
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